Summary

At this point in his life, hiding had become as easy as breathing for Tony Stark; he hid his irritation with the press, his needs, his wants, his pain, his scars... With all the practice he'd gotten over the years, hiding should be EASY. Stark men were Sentinels, they always had been and always would be...too bad no one told that to the blond Captain who'd been hunting after him all day; the one who made his breath catch and his shields fluctuate as he struggled to keep them together. Hiding should be easy, but was now the hardest thing he'd ever done, especially when Tony was faced with the one thing he desperately wanted but never thought he could ever have: the other half of his soul.

Summary

Sentinel Steve Rogers went down in 1945 happy and at peace that he could join his Guide in death.

Only he woke up again to learn that he'd slept for nearly seventy years and it was now 2011.

Grieving, furious and utterly lost, he struggles to adapt in a time that isn't his, without the one person that had always been there. What was he to do when the end of the line had come and gone and he was left standing alone?